The White Room

Holds sunshine in my heart and poetry

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Dec 10, 2023

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It’s the color of dad’s last worn
pants before we shift his spiritless body
into a vault of the dead.

there are no ashes to ashes, no rain
yet we wail and we scream, and we
nightmare together;